Date: Sat, 18 Aug 2001 08:42:33 -0700
From: gymhunk
Subject: Jackson (College, Interracial)
John and I had become very good friends as accounting majors,
then roommates during our junior year. As track team members,
we trained together, keeping about the same hours. Before we
agreed to be roommates, though, John felt it necessary to tell
me that he was gay. "I'm only telling you that in case you
have a problem with it." I told him I was cool with that. "And
to put your mind at ease," he added, "I won't be putting any
moves on you. Unless, you want me to, that is," he laughed. He
was always such a comedian.
On numerous occasions, we talked about our sexual needs and
frustrations. We agreed that we weren't "gettin' enough." He
reminded me that if he hadn't promised not to hit on me, that
he'd be suggesting that we take care of each other. He really
needed a big, stiff, black dick up his ass and I had the worst
case of blue balls after going on several of my dates. My
dates wouldn't put out and his dates wanted him to be screwing
them, instead of him being the bottom (which was clearly what
he loved the most).
As the end of our junior year approached, I grew more sexually
restless. In his subtle way, John told me about his men
friends who were trading blowjobs with him. He extolled the
technique he used to get them off and how many repeat
customers he had.
Finally, one warm Spring evening in early April, John was
again bragging on his prowess as a cocksucker. His description
was particularly lurid. My dick got hard inside the underwear
shorts that I was wearing. With a 10" cock, it wasn't easy for
me to hide that much meat. It wasn't like John hadn't seen a
big bulge in my shorts before. He'd seen me naked many times
(never hard, though).
"I see you like my story," he chortled. "I always knew you had
a really big one. You ready to get that blowjob you need?" he
grinned.
I shifted uncomfortably on my bed. My hard cock was bent
painfully downwards. I moved it around with my hand, so it was
pointing upwards. That only made its contours more pronounced
and TOO tantalizing to John.
"You really need me to help you with that, Man!" John
suggested. "You know you'd love it and you obviously need some
relief." His milk-chocolate skin glistened in anticipation. He
knew I was weakening.
"Well, I, uh...." I stammered.
"Jackson, lemme ask ya somethin'. You ever get a blowjob where
you were able to really fuck their face and go down their
throat?" I didn't answer. "Thought so."
"I don't know about this, John," I protested.
"I swallow, too. Any of your dates do that, or did they just
jack you off? Or, maybe you had to finish yourself off?" He
sure made accurate guesses. I looked up and smiled at him.
"You just lean back and I'll do the rest," John announced
breathlessly. "You're gonna love this."
I watched his sinewy body glide over to me. His jogging shorts
tented menacingly with that black snake throbbing beneath the
material. He made no pretense about hiding his big dick when
we were alone, so I knew how big it was when flaccid as well
as nearly hard. Many mornings, he awoke with a piss hard-on.
He didn't mind displaying it. I never let him see mine,
though.
John gently pushed me back on to the bed. I didn't resist. His
hands rubbed lightly over my chest and down to my crotch.
"Just relax," he crooned. "This will be the best thing that
you've ever done for yourself." One large, black hand caressed
the swollen shaft of my hard dick, straining to be released
from its cloth prison. The other hand teased an erect nipple.
When his hand slipped under the waistband of my underwear and
spread the pool of precum I'd leaked over my dickhead, I knew
I had but a few seconds to stop this. But, when John's mouth
closed over the thick head of my 10" cock, I also knew I was
too late. A moan of profound pleasure escaped my lips. " Fuck,
YES!" I whispered hoarsely.
He released my cock from his oral cavity. It slapped against
my hard stomach with a resounding splat. After he tugged my
briefs down to my knees, he returned to his quest. My dong was
like a leaking, ebony steel post. It throbbed and waved at his
lips and tongue, leaking more precum. He resumed his task with
the patience and experience of the cocksucking artist that he
was. I could feel my swollen cock hit the back of his throat,
then it began to inch downwards. His deep-throating coaxed
another, "Fuck, YES!" out of me. He'd nearly gotten to the
thick root of my rod when he pulled off.
"That's some cock you got there, Jackson," he smiled. "Stiff as
steel, too. But, I'm not going to get all of it down at this
angle. Lie down on the bed and I'll really show you how a good
cocksucker does it."
Obediently, I did as he asked. I'd nearly cum already with
just a few seconds of my love muscle down his throat. Getting
it all the way in would release the flood of jism I'd been
reluctantly storing for a couple of days. My dick was already
oozing big drops of cum instead of precum. John licked them up
greedily. "I hope there's lots more where that came from. I
love that stuff!"
I nodded dreamily. This is okay, I thought. A great blowjob
from a friend. No big deal. I wasn't gay. Just enjoyed good
sex, I rationalized. But, when John straddled my head so my
stiff piece could slide down his throat more easily, I was
staring up at his thick, long, 9" cock. It was parallel with
his stomach and throbbing and bobbing between his stomach and
my face. I turned my head aside. I didn't want to even seem to
be close to his cock and balls. But, when his dick leaked onto
my cheek, I turned involuntarily. I was mesmerized by his
naked trouser snake. I couldn't stop watching it throb with
each beat of his heart.
John had completely engulfed my thick, long cock by then. His
throat massaged my shaft as his head pistoned up and down on
it. I couldn't hold back if I'd wanted to. And, I didn't want
to!
With the muffled roar of my climax, he started to gulp down my
shooting load of hot spunk. I was thrusting up into his
throat, burying my horsecock as deeply as possible, releasing
wave after wave of my creamy offering.
Each time I fired, I saw his cock jerk. And each jerk
slung more precum around my face and neck. He grunted
noisily around the black dick discharging cum down his throat,
then stiffened. Even though I was still squirting my load, I
could tell that he was about to cum himself. Almost before I
could register that thought, John's overheated dick shot a big
streak of hot cum from his dickhead clear up to his chin. Most of
it landed on me. I didn't care much, though. I was still
getting the cocksucking of my life, and still blasting more
jism down an eager, willing throat.
John pulled off my cock just far enough to keep the dickhead
in and savor some of my cum. He reached for his cock and
jerked it a few more times to finish his climax, spraying both
of us with more of his load. When his climax subsided, he
stripped the shaft of my wilting dick with his fingers to get
more juice out of me.
"Mmmm," he sighed. "You sure taste good, Jackson. Thanks for the
load." I only sighed with contentment. That was a good
blowjob. So what if I got cum all over me. This wasn't the
first time that had happened, but it was the first time that
it wasn't my cum. He laughed softly. "Sorry about spraying my
cum all over you. But, DAMN, Jackson, you turned me on so much
with that big cock of yours down my throat that I couldn't
hold back. I wasn't even touching my cock and I shot a big
load. DAMN!" he laughed aloud. I smiled up at him.
"No harm, no foul," I replied, returning his smile.
"Told ya you'd like it," John grinned back at me. I blushed
and averted my gaze. He was right and I knew it. "Anytime you want a
repeat performance, I'm up to it," he continued. "I'd suck
that big cock of yours whenever you wanted me to."
"Yeah, well, you caught me when my guard was down and I was
too damned horney for my own good," I rejoined.
"Whatever," John shrugged. He knew I'd be back for more in less
than a week, even though I didn't know it, yet. And I was back. In
less than a week, I was standing beside his bed while he blew
me after a particularly vexing time with my current
girlfriend. She'd gotten me all hot and bothered, then decided
she didn't want to do it. I'd stormed back to the room that
John and I shared, but he knew how to quickly fix my anger. In
less than a minute, my pants were a puddle around my ankles
and his lips were wrapped around my expanding cockshaft.
He expertly sucked my cock, massaging my balls with one hand
while jacking me off slowing into his waiting mouth. Once
again, I was squirting in under a minute from the time his
mouth closed over my cockhead. He WAS an expert! And by the
time May arrived (less than a month from my first blowjob from
him), he was blowing me every day. He got me off in several
positions, including sitting on his face while he jacked off
with me. John really loved that. As finals approached, the
stress release provided by our sex was helpful, but not
complete. I still need to fuck a hot pussy, but wasn't getting
very far, and John was still looking for a big dick to sit on.
By the third day of finals, he was suggesting that we again
help each other out, but not orally. We both needed something
more "deeply satisfying," I think he called it. I didn't
quickly understand what he had in mind, but he quickly
explained it to me.
"I'm not some damned FAG," I spat at him. "I don't fuck ass! I
fuck pussy!"
"Not recently, you haven't!" he shot back. "I'm not asking you
to be a fag, Jackson. I just thought we could help each other out,
that's all. Get over yourself. Look at what's been going on
between us, for Chrissake! Why do you wanna put a label on it?
You've been likin' it, haven't ya?"
I flashed in anger, but didn't lash out at him. He was a good
friend, after all, and what he was saying was absolutely true.
We'd done each other a lot of good with our sexual outlets.
"Come on, Jackson. What's eatin' ya?" I only glared at him. I
wasn't sure what it was, but I wasn't sure I wanted to examine
it, either. "I know you've been likin' my blowjob, so what is
it?" Again, only silence from me. "Ah, hah! I'll bet I know.
You've been enjoying getting your dick sucked by a guy and now
you're afraid you might like fucking a guy's asshole, too. Is
that it?" he smiled.
I couldn't believe he'd said that. Although I hadn't thought
of it in those words, that was exactly what I was thinking.
And my face registered that recognition. "Okay, so what,
Jackson?" John said. "You've been getting a good blowjob from me
the last couple of weeks almost on a daily basis, but you
still are goin' out with the women and fucking the ones that
will let ya put it to 'em. So, my guess is, you ain't queer,
anyway. Just a horney man. So, what's the problem here?
Fuckin' my ass isn't going to change that. If anything, it
will make finals week easier to get through and put a lot less
pressure on you trying to get laid when you should be
studying." He paused. "How'm I doin'?"
I could only smile at him. The logic was sound, but this was
an emotional issue for me. I just couldn't get over the idea
of what fucking a guy's ass meant to my sexual labels. John
was certainly eager enough. So, the problem had to be mine.
"Just leave it alone, okay?" was about all I could say. I
didn't know what to do, but I couldn't face it now. But, that
evening, I faced it again. John was giving me another one of
his expert blowjobs when he suggested that this would be a
good time to see how tight his ass was. Besides, we both
needed some really hot sex to take off the studying edge.
"John, that just isn't what I'm all about. I don't mind a good
blowjob. You're good at it and I enjoy it as well. But,
fucking ass just isn't me," I added.
"Look at this pretty ass of mine. Think about how tight it
would be. And deeper than any pussy you've ever fucked. You
can go balls-deep with me and I'll only be beggin' for more."
He paused for a moment. "Besides," he added, "you don't have
to worry about me getting pregnant." I could only laugh at
that. He was right, but that didn't really change anything for
me.
"Something this big is bound to hurt you, John," I hedged,
waving my hard 10" meat at him.
"I'll be the judge of that. I've had guys as big as you before,
anyway," he lied. He'd had a couple of guys almost as big, but
none my size he admitted later. "A little lube and it'll slide
in as pretty as you
please." I hesitated just long enough for him to see me
weakening. He quickly grabbed some KY jelly out of his desk
drawer and applied it to my cock. He turned around on all
fours and faced the wall. His butt was at the perfect height
to take my long dong as I stood at the edge of his bed. He
reached behind himself and pulled me toward him. My cock
brushed against his ass and bounced skyward. With a practiced
hand, John moved my thick fleshy pipe to his winking butthole
and pushed backwards. The head and two inches of my cock
disappeared up his butt. I was transfixed by what had
happened. I'd done nothing, but here I was with my stiff prick
up my best friend's asshole. At the same moment, we both
sighed with contentment. He'd been right. This was tighter
than any pussy I'd been in.
I pushed forward a little bit, then withdrew to the head. This
really felt good! I repeated the action several more times,
each time going deeper. John only moaned with pleasure. My
hands were on his hips now, bracing myself for the forward
plunges and withdrawals. The pace was slow, but resolute.
His buttcheeks rubbed against my crotch hairs, finally. I'd
never been that deep in anyone before (with the possible
exception of John's throat a few times during the last month).
I ground my hips forward. John gasped, then groaned with
pleasure again.
"Damn! You ARE big, Jackson," he said. "Just give me a minute to
get used to how deep you're going. This is really great! But,
keep fuckin' me, Man." I resumed our pace of lazy thrusts and
withdrawals. But, as exciting as this was to me, I knew I
wouldn't last much longer. John had already heated my sexual
fires with a few minutes of a blowjob before we started
fucking. A tight ass like this around my swollen dick was more
than I could possibly resist.
John reached behind both of us and encouraged me to go
deeper and faster. Although, the encouragement wasn't
necessary, I increased the pace. His butt bounced noisily
against my crotch with each thrust forward, and his throat
moaned with pleasure with each withdrawal rumbling over his
prostate. He raised off the bed and leaned his back into my
chest. My arms moved to surround his broad shoulders, reaching
for his nipples. I knew they were sensitive during sex. Many
times while he blew me, I'd gently twist his nipples. About
the time I was ready to blow my load down his throat, he'd be
about ready to cum in his shorts or on the floor or on me.
This was going to be no exception. The stimuli of having his
nipples tweaked while his butt was ravaged by my ass stretcher
pushed him over his climax barrier. Without touching his dick,
he sprayed his bed and the wall with volley after volley of
creamy love juice.
And each shot from his cock roared through his butt with
clenches and clamps on my pistoning rod. I was racing to a
climax that would increase in intensity with each spasm of his
body. With a shout, I started to unload my ball honey into his
hot hole. I pounded and pounded on his butt, firing more and
more cum into him. He grabbed his own cock and jerked harder
to get more climax pleasure. He pushed back into me to get as
much of my cock as he could buried deeper into him.
Both of us finally slowed down our furious coupling and lay on
the bed. I was still connected to his tight butt. When I tried
to disconnect, he protested. "Don't pull out! I love this
part. Just let it soak in there. More cum will leak out into
my ass, and that's the whole point of this, isn't it." I
didn't contradict him. I merely nodded and pressed my hips
forward.
Maybe, I was queer (bi-sexual at the very least), but right
now, I didn't care. I'd enjoyed that too much to not repeat
it. And we did several more times before the school year was
over.
During our senior year, we were even more intimate, but that's
another story.
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